第10章 First Lessons in Climbing(1)

AT Altona,a suburb of Hamburg,is the Chief Station of the Kiel railway,which was to take us to the shores of the Belt.In twenty minutes from the moment of our departure we were in Holstein,and our carriage entered the station.Our heavy luggage was taken out,weighed,labeled,and placed in a huge van.We then took our tickets,and exactly at seven o'clock were seated opposite each other in a firstclass railway carriage.

My uncle said nothing.He was too busy examining his papers,among which of course was the famous parchment,and some letters of introduction from the Danish consul which were to pave the way to an introduction to the Governor of Iceland.My only amusement was looking out of the window.But as we passed through a flat though fertile country,this occupation was slightly monotonous.In three hours we reached Kiel,and our baggage was at once transferred to the steamer.

We had now a day before us,a delay of about ten hours.Which fact put my uncle in a towering passion.We had nothing to do but to walk about the pretty town and bay.At length,however,we went on board,and at half past ten were steaming down the Great Belt.It was a dark night,with a strong breeze and a rough sea,nothing being visible but the occasional fires on shore,with here and there a lighthouse.At seven in the morning we left Korsor,a little town on the western side of Seeland.

Here we took another railway,which in three hours brought us to the capital,Copenhagen,where,scarcely taking time for refreshment,my uncle hurried out to present one of his letters of introduction.It was to the director of the Museum of Antiquities,who,having been informed that we were tourists bound for Iceland,did all he could to assist us.One wretched hope sustained me now.Perhaps no vessel was bound for such distant parts.

Alas!a little Danish schooner,the Valkyrie,was to sail on the second of June for Reykjavik.The captain,M.Bjarne,was on board,and was rather surprised at the energy and cordiality with which his future passenger shook him by the hand.To him a voyage to Iceland was merely a matter of course.My uncle,on the other hand,considered the event of sublime importance.The honest sailor took advantage of the Professor's enthusiasm to double the fare.

"On Tuesday morning at seven o'clock be on board,"said M.Bjarne,handing us our receipts.

"Excellent!Capital!Glorious!"remarked my uncle as we sat down to a late breakfast;"refresh yourself,my boy,and we will take a run through the town."Our meal concluded,we went to the Kongens-Nye-Torw;to the king's magnificent palace;to the beautiful bridge over the canal near the Museum;to the immense cenotaph of Thorwaldsen with its hideous naval groups;to the castle of Rosenberg;and to all the other lions of the place-none of which my uncle even saw,so absorbed was he in his anticipated triumphs.

But one thing struck his fancy,and that was a certain singular steeple situated on the Island of Amak,which is the southeast quarter of the city of Copenhagen.My uncle at once ordered me to turn my steps that way,and accordingly we went on board the steam ferry boat which does duty on the canal,and very soon reached the noted dockyard quay.